My grip tightens and my fingers move faster in her pussy. Her tits bouncing as she convulses and fights for air and her orgasm. Her moans turned to si...lent gasps. I can see fear in her eyes even as she orgasms. I release her throat and tell her to tell her she is going to eat me out now. I crawl further on the bed. She begs for a short break to catch her breath. I reach up, instantly slapping her across the face leaving a hand print as I sit on her face looking down at her; I still see the fear. As usual nanga thopuku poi motor eduthu vittutu akkavum nanum jatti mattum potutu thotti la erangi kulichom , enga thagachi um enga kooda kulicha . Kulikra appovey engaloda urupa nalla techi aludhi vilayandom ana avaluku nan enna panrom nu puriyama chumma enga kooda kulicha. Kulichitu towel mattum potutu thopu veetuku ponom akka enna patha nan akkava pathen.Thangachi munnadi epdi panradhu nu yosichi avaluku dress mathi vitu veliya vilayada anupitu nanga dress mathra appo konja neram mattum. Breaking our kiss, I groaned out, "Oh gawd, I love the way you feel...your gonna' make me cum! She looked into my eyes with a mischievous grin and grabbed my shoulders, raising herself up off my aching cock. I moaned at the sudden loss as she unwrapped her legs around me and eased herself onto her knees between my legs, she squeezed her hand around the base of my cock, holding back my orgasm, and purred, "I want to taste you...let me feel you cum". I could only moan, "Mmmhmmm" as I braced. "He liked to he well, Musawri liked to hear me make pain noises when we ... when ... well you know ... in the bedroom. I learned to be a little bit of an actress and give him what he wanted to avoid his getting rough and making me make those sounds for real. Some of his friends would look at me, and I could see, or thought I could see, the knowledge in their eyes. Musawri was bragging. I just knew it. He loved to brag and what better to brag about to his sexist, bigoted friends, than a wife he.